Shopping on Friday F tells his wife  
about the animals. There is a mouse  
that’s made a nest in the sea chest  
where he keeps the paper napkins  
and rum. And a rat is chewing the feet  
of the furniture. He forgets its name.  
It is a rat or a mouse, he feels very  
certain, and there is a roach in the  
bathroom. Well, it isn’t in the bathroom,  
it is at the foot of his wardrobe, but  
his wardrobe is near the bathroom.  
If he sees it again he will spray. There  
are gecko stars upon the screen but  
those are just their feet, not really  
stars, and guinea pigs in the garden,  
but we knew that before. On Sunday  
F enters the bathroom, poison bottle  
in hand. But the only thing in the bathroom  
is his wife, who looks up from the mirror.  
On her fingertip is a long thin whisker,  
or possibly a hair.